Nary a wink in the cosmic eye
Though we pace ourselves against the sky
Living in tandem with stars on a course
Elliptically moved by mysterious force
Affixed in time with orderly right
We make proper end of day or night
While constellations ripple 'round in space
Giving finite meaning to our endless race
For reasons and truths too far beyond
Our self-imposed terrestrial bonds.
Dimensions confined, is it not unique
We deliberately limit that which we seek?